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tell the tale
These planes scream and buzz flirt with death in the sky
Richtofen mastered chaos with what how he flies
Out from the skies, out from

livin the life
Yeaaaa

Might go downtown wichur wife
Hava flirt with ur wife
Ya ya we just might

But little bro I hope you know it's alright
It's

I never said that I was even close to perfect
I'm intrigued by the devil that I flirt with
I live a life most people wont agree with
Bottle

eat it I mix it with the ice
And the spice im a munch
Yeah
I'm a freak
Bitch if we fucking
Don't mess up the sheets
I flirt with too many women
We never

good-time tramp
So, now I'm gonna put out your lamp
Oh, poppa, I ain't sore
You ain't gonna mess up with me no more
I'm gonna flirt with another guy
Then

N****s waste time tryna talk on Twitter, ion flirt with yall kind, me and mine don't tweet
Had to wake up for the work, mine cut it, I split with the bro,

(Bankboy!)
(On God)
(Yeah)
(BEEP!)
(Yeah Yeah Yeah)
I don’t be fucking with niggas they leachers
I be at school tryna flirt with the teachers
I need

eyes
Will have to flirt with dollies that are real 

When I come home at night she will be waiting
She'll be the truest doll in all this world
I'd rather

molly
Flirt with everybody
Probably broken-hearted
Talking 'bout your tattoos
Sipping on Bacardi, ay
So get up, but don't come down
Don't need no push, we

me I feel her vibe her energy
I know that I'm post to put in work but skipped on chemistry
I know that these bitches gonna flirt with me they into me

winning that race
Ain't showing no love
Ain't slowing it down
Yeah I gotta switch up the pace
I couldn't flirt with the brakes
Bigger the bracket
The bigger

I'm out, I'm gone
Like swerve
Yeah
Should've stayed
When I was yours
Peace out, door, curb
Oooh
Got me actin super cocky again
Flirt with bitches
Just

on me (put that work on)
Put that work on me (yeah)
The hate don’t work on me (don’t work on) 
Ain’t no dirt on me (yeah)

Why you flirt with me (with me)

want more
She want more
Some more of this madness
She want more
She want me to beat her lil back in
I ain't with all of the cap
Cant flirt with bitches

the Hermes
I don't chase clout cause I know that it's worthless
Go to the hospital, flirt with the nurses
I got a hot spot just turn on the service
Take her

interrupt, For God's sake, don't flirt with the waitress
You're going out with the lady tonight

Don't spill her drink, ignore your phone, please don't speak

the perfect recipe
Saw the stacks in slacks now she wanna flirt with me
Now she wanna flirt with me
Don't get too attached you might get hurt with me
Can't lift

get messy on this road when chasing down yo goals
Yea, for that backend took a smaller cut
Put in that work, now ring it up
Flirt with the paper I'm

OK
Yellow girls they my choice
Black booty girls I love you
Little ass dangerous you be with us
Pretty girls I am the sauce
And your choice you flirt

my hands in their jeans
Flirt with their mans in between
Jerk for a band or the genes
Slurp for a handle or lean
Do you understand what I mean
Put 'em

chants "I gave you a chance"
Ion really want the sex, I just want the lance
Quit trynna flirt with me, go n getcha mans
You was thinkin bout the bitches, I

perfect
Ain't no other bitch that imma flirt with, flirt with
Her pussy like a wave, I'm boutta surf it, surf it
We don't need a treaty, a marriage is

adversity
I cannot flirt with the thing tryna murder me
No I can't flirt with the thing tryna murk me work me
Burn me and give me the third degree
I ain't got

I got it, but I know I'm gon get it
My money work, my money twerk, my money flirt with the riches
My money work, my money twerk, my money flirt with